Riddled by the trappings of words that makes the edges blur

Here on the outskirts of sincerity and pride

Stretched as far as words can reach by the lure of higher meaning

There's something out there lost behind the power lines



It's all the same to me

Lost all faith in promises and deadlines closing in

Tired of deciphering the wayward strands of truth

I don't care cause I can't feel

I don't know anymore



Sure we've had a good run with vowels, nouns and letters

But within it's very nature the ability to distort

There's nothing in the words I hear that makes me want to take a stand

It has gone on far too long I chose to disengage

The ends of our conditioniong to swallow, take and like it

Rather keep me in the dark than look me in the eye 



It's all these same things pulling us down

To senses gone I cheer

It's all these same things making us blind

There's nothing here for me



I can't even stand the tone of arrogance and denial on display 

Here you are listless, left for deaf 

Thinking about what standards we set in times of weary tongues

And ears that hear no end to it

Unwilling of unable the difference left for times judgement

It passes on from wicked mouths as victim takes on another role

New bold oppressor our teacher's product now stands tall